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Pleasant Torture?

Write about your strongest memory of heart-pounding belly-twisting nervousness: what caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond?

That’s my question, up there. It’s the daily inspiration. Of course I wrote it days ago, and forgot to post it. Blah!

My strongest memory of heart-pounding belly-twisting nervousness was when I enrolled in acting school and actually had to perform. In front of humans. Most of which I didn’t know at all. The rest I had met one day a week prior.

I’m shy and I’m scared to death but I went up there and I did my best. And then it turned into an adrenaline rush, and I didn’t want it to end. EVER!!! But every week I’d feel that same terror, the same sickness. But I’d go up and do the scene and each time, I didn’t want it to end. It was like pleasant torture. It brought out the best in me, and it showed me I had strength to do what I never thought I could. Best therapy ever.

I got to do so many cool things while in Basic Technique I and II. Then I went on to Scene Study, and was dragged by much younger, cooler and hipper people to Improv. And that’s where I met my husband. Pretty awesome, right? No wonder our Kiddo is so….dramatic!